Luyện nghe bài hát IV. Sweatpants

Watching haters why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids, now she
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a
Still spitting that flow: DJ Khaled
I got a on both coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben
I got more tail than that PetCo, you than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you even know
catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me a piano
My architect Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking me
No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas ain't like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but I bounce 'em with no
Tell 'em, (Problem!)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you do?

Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack
Hashtag my day wear and girl drink my day care
And I'm born rich, ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
nobody sicker and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't

Fiskers don't make noise when they up just so you know

Top of the Hold 'em totem, ri-rich forever, a million was not the
My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no
Year off, got no rules, off of them toadstools
More green my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, a-k-a
White hood, hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at
So Maserati, you a Kia
Spending this money, it's longer Nia
Live a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wanna be ya
Friends the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my on! (Tell 'em, mane)
I'm so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my name

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you you [x3]
Better than you doing you, fuck it, you gon' do?